My Immortal Meaning Novels & Stories

Then he laughed. A deep, echoing sound that shook the air. “Afraid?” He leaned closer to her. “Child… I created fear.” Seraphine didn’t step back. “Then why are we still alive?” That question lingered in the air. The First Immortal’s smile softened slightly. “Because you are valuable.” The immortal’s voice turned deadly. “You mean useful.” “Yes.” The First Immortal straightened. “You see, I’ve spent millions of years controlling fate.” He gestured toward the throne again.

"Your immortality. Give it to him, and he lives. Refuse, and watch him die." "Don't listen to him," I gasped. "Annitore, don't—" But she was already moving. She knelt beside me, her hands cupping my face. "I'm not losing you," she said fiercely. "You worked too hard for that immortality," I said. "All those people you killed—you can't just give it away—" "I can," she said. "And I will. Because what good is living forever if you're not here with me?" She pressed her forehead to mine and whispered words I didn't understand at first.

I wanted to be immortal too, so we could be together forever. He stood up as well. "How can I be one of your kind? I want us to be together forever." I hugged him. "I can't do that; I'm already breaking the rule of being with you." "But if this makes you feel better. While I'm immortal, I can be mortal like you by choosing to continue aging," he gently placed his arms around me, hugging me back. "I can never allow you to give up your immortal life for me." I lift my head from his hard and warm chest.

[Leah’s POV] "Mallard has been around for a very long time." Craig began, growing serious. "I know that sounds impossible, but some claim he may even be immortal." Immortal…Shivering, I tried to picture being unable to die. After losing those closest to me, I found it hard to imagine carrying on. I couldn’t possibly imagine how it would feel to have to go through that again and again. "Immortality only exists for those who dabble in the dark arts." Ian pointed out, "Are you saying you seek the help of a dark mage?"

"Why? Are you frightened? You are twelve years old and by the next full moon, you will have your Wolf. You are my son and Alpha blood runs through your veins, you should be scared of nothing and no one, do you understand?" Marco nodded and followed his father back to the car. He sat next to him on the passenger's seat, brooding over what he had heard his father say. Beta Leon was driving the car. He said nothing also. After a minute of silence, he finally asked the question that was eating away in his mind. "Father, what is immortality?" He asked innocently. His father turned to look at him and smiled wryly. "Immortality is the greatest power an Alpha king can possess. Don't you forget that.

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

I'm not interested in that but I just asked. Grandfather shook his head. "The king does not age even in the mortal world he will live forever. But we who became immortal because of his blood cannot do that." He answered me. I blinked. Does that mean I will get old when I return to the Philippines? Probably, I was immortal, but that was because of Elijah's blood. I was turned into a human after rebirth but I reversed back again into being an immortal. "Grandpa, do you know that I have returned to immortality?" I asked him again. I don't know if he knows or not.

“Immortality is far from the blessing you humans and wolves imagine it to be.” I tilt my head, genuinely curious. “Why not? If I were immortal, I’d do everything—travel the world incessantly, learn every language, master every science, eat every kind of food imaginable—” “—and never feel the genuine warmth of the sun again,” he cuts in gently, his eyes distant. “Never feel natural heat. You would watch every single person you ever loved grow old, wither, and die while you stay exactly the same age, exactly the same person. Immortality is watching an endless series of goodbyes.”

Andreus said the footprints in the dust belonged to a female, but when Alexavian intended to investigate, he quickly said he swept the floor out of nostalgia. ​Nostalgia. Of course I was the only one stupid enough to believe such an obvious lie. ​He had been so easygoing over the past few days that I had completely forgotten how utterly dangerous and perceptive he could be. ​“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I forced my lips into a smile, widening it to match his. “I’ve never heard anything about immortals.” ​“Then do you happen to know—” ​“That is enough.”

My hand went to my mouth, and I looked at Absinthe. Tears were on his lashes, and he closed his eyes, letting the drops slide down his cheeks. “Oh my god.” “Now you know. You know why I didn’t want to tell you about Johan, or where he was. It’s not the fear of you leaving Marley. Honestly, I could live with that, to know you are safe…” He opened his eyes, his irises almost white and I heard the pain and anguish in his voice. “It’s the fear of him taking the one thing—which is worth more to me, than my own immortality. That is what scares me.”